The Evolution of the Christmas Garment #4

…..or The Boxing Day Blues.

I am still not sure what happened. Maybe it was the glaring “3D Effect” puzzle pieces or perhaps the more than generous helpings of left-overs. The chocolate maybe? I should have known things were going awry when I saw the devil in my cinnamon bun. More likely it was heat exhaustion as I was continuing to take pictures for my Evolution of the Christmas Garment post. It was hot as blue blazes and the sun was splitting the rocks when I took the shot of my beach themed shirt, dang those three quarter sleeves, can’t they make a Christmas motif tank top?

This one reminds me of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for some reason. I’m dyin’ of the heat here.

By the time I got to my favourite T shirt the sweat was trickling down my back and once again I mistook thirst for hunger and got distracted by a pile of cookies. The black shirt in the hot sun must be what put me over the edge.

The next thing I knew I was inside a cardboard box, like some bad child character from an Enid Blyton storybook.

Meet Joodles aka Dolly Parsons.

I was apparently the doll which remained on the store shelf – didn’t even get purchased with a deep Boxing Day discount.

No, not the dump. What do you mean I’m not even good enough for the Thrift Store?

I don’t understand why. I know I’m no Eaton’s Beauty doll but I come with a free hairbrush and lipstick. Don’t kids just love to brush long hair? Maybe the grey would be a little off-putting. But my eyes; they open and close!

Eyes open.

Eyes closed.

Maybe if I moved around and showed them my good side. Hey, what do you mean, there isn’t a good side?

Maybe you could buy me just to get the Christmas shirt and the gently used lipstick.

I’m out of here.

I’m gonna find me a Barbie costume – see if that helps.

And suddenly I was back in my house. But where was my tacky Christmas sweater? And why am I covered in Christmas lights? Only my therapist will ever know…

Don’t know how I got here but glad to see I finally have a Christmassy tank top.

No more Christmas sweaters. No more pictures of me. No more Christmas blogs. No more left-overs. But I will just nibble on this cinnamon bun while I work on my boxing day puzzle.

What I’m Reading Now

The Cat's Table by Michael Ondaatje ♥♥♥♥
Half Broken Things by Morag Joss ♥♥♥½
Irreplaceable by Stephen Lovely ♥♥
The Feast of Love by Charles Baxter ♥♥♥½
Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner ♥♥♥♥♥
The Devil You Know by Wayne Johnson ♥♥♥
Burial Rites by Hannah Kent ♥♥♥♥
Flaubert's Parrot by Julian Barnes ♥♥♥♥½
A Voyage Long and Strange by Tony Horwitz ♥♥♥♥
Yellow Crocus by Laila Ibrahim ♥♥♥½
No. 13 Washington Square by Leroy Scott ♥♥½
Christopher Carson by John SC Abbott♥♥♥♥
Lucien Freud, Eyes Wide Open by Phoebe Hoban ♥♥½
The Blessing Way by Tony Hillerman ♥♥♥♥
An American Childhood by Annie Dillard ♥♥♥♥
Brunelleschi's Dome by Ross King ♥♥♥♥
Pigs in Heaven by Barbara Kingsolver ♥♥♥
The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga (audio) ♥♥♥♥
Into the Deep Unknown - Land of the Tent Dwellers by Mike Parker♥♥♥ (great [pictures)
The Death of Kings by Bernard Cornwell (audio)♥♥♥1/2
Back Fire by Catherine Coulter (audio book)♥♥♥
In the Mersey Woods published by the paper company
The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood (audio book)♥♥♥♥
The Kite Runner (audio book)♥♥♥♥♥
Animal Dreams by Barbara Kingsolver ♥♥♥1/2
The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver ♥♥♥1/2
The Round House by Louise Erdrich ♥♥♥♥
Empire Falls by Richard Russo ♥♥♥
Dear Everbody by Anne Budgell ♥♥♥♥
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera ♥♥
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner ♥♥♥♥♥
Turn of Mind by Alice LaPlante
Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi ♥♥♥♥♥